Signs of Potential Life

by Sean Moore

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"It's not surprising that one of extremities of the local band sweethearts, Dodger and The Heathens has his own unique "umph" for Orlando. Even so, Sean Moore's Signs of Potential Life goes beyond what could have been imagined.


The three-year project serves almost as a soundtrack to a collaboration of thoughts, and every complexity involved (Even the occasional schizophrenic themes a la Brian Wilson). Even despite the darker colorations throughout the album, Moore still laces in a sensation of patience and tranquility with his floating melodies and tightly woven harmonies. It is evident that he's learned from the best, and has indulged his ears and experience in a variety of genres.

Signs of Potential Life is a carefully layered timbre collage. What's even more impressive is Moore's well-rounded talent with instrumentation. The wide variety provides wonderfully distinctive sounds for each track. He also has quite a knack for painting rhythms and beats with simple layering of ambient sounds and mouth smacks. Admit it, a tasteful combination of glockenspiel, tongue clicks, and coughs are pretty rad.

The translation is kept intact even with Moore's live shows. His music presents a truthful intimacy with the audience. However, Jeff Ilgenfritz's (aka Mumpsy) addition of a full drum set on particular tracks during a live show left a small void of additional rhythmic drive when listening back to the album. But at the same time, the barren basement feel heard in "Visibility Anxiety" is exactly what makes the album beautifully authentic. Moore's lyrics deal with both raw subjects common to anyone who's suffered through loss as in "Coughing in the Clouds (In Our Love)", and even for the hesitant, doubtful artist in "Poetic Signals From Fruitless Laborers."

The album's colorful vocal harmonies reflect a refreshing reminder of the Beach Boys. But let me emphasize that "Signs of Potential Life" is no Pet Sounds 2007. The combination of respect and inspiration drawn from the unfiltered masters of yesterday, the talent of an open-minded and classically trained musician, and pure sound and unpredictability create a honest and respectable album that can be hard to come by these days."

~ Alisha Torrealba
KillerPop.com

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released February 13, 2007

Written, Produced, Arranged, Mixed & Recorded by Sean Moore. Recorded sporadically in Tallahassee & Longwood, FL from May of 2003 through December of 2006. Love & Warmth to Mom, Chris and Amanda. This album is dedicated to the loving memory of my father. Thank you.

Sean Moore - Vocals, Acoustic/Classical/Electric/Bass Guitars, Violin, Piano, Wurlitzer, Glockenspiel, String Bass, Synthesizer, Ukulele, Trumpet, Percussion, Human Beat Box, Samples
Chris Moore - Cello (5, 7, 8 & 10)
Matt Kamm - Banjo, Percussion (5)
Will Jones, Jr. - Piano (7)
Jason Joyner - Bass Guitar (9), String Bass (10)
Lane Barrington - Drums (9)
Terry O'Brien - Percussion and Mouth Cymbal (10)
Chris Cucci - Banjo (10)

Artwork by Tele.

Aural Commentators - Amanda C., Lane, Matt K., Terry, Bean, Quique, CMoore, Alex, Two Patricks, Trey, Tianna, Will, Conrad, Miguel, Philihp, Chris Cucci, Amanda F., Matty B., Rae Ban, Mumpsy, T.J., Lindsay, Heffle, Matthew C., Brian Gaber.

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Track Name: Reluctance Towards a Force that Pulls
I lit a matchbook to see if I would burn
they say the brightest always has the last word (no...)
consequence of absence drops a pin on my wooden floor
not that I am counting days...three hundred and sixty-four

this...the defining moment so carefully observed
reluctance...reluctance I dismiss
this...the calculated science
an error sewn too deep
reluctance...reluctance I am filled with

I tackle thoughts in sleep...not strong enough to win
to think I can compete would require confidence

this...the defining moment so carefully observed
reluctance...reluctance I dismiss
this...the calculated science
an error sewn too deep
reluctance...reluctance I am filled with

reluctance...reluctance...reluctance...
reluctance I am filled with
Track Name: Coughing in the Clouds (In Our Love)
do without those who will prophesize when you will come alive
do it now...remove all shred of doubt that you're not seeking out

hope comes to many of the few
wait, allow...piece together now
(I forgot me with you)

you can break...conscience was a big mistake that we never meant to make
let's bow down...hands out to the greater crowd
I cough in the clouds

(lonely eyes cast a spell)

in our love
all we shared
may we never be impaired
Track Name: Collection Expense for Conversing in Codes
this could be a while for my inadvertence
the late-breaking news screams I am divergent

everything is building like the tallest towers
everything is only adding up to big questions

these 6x8s are perfect for building up...
any or all of my many fragmented ideas...
to distinguish myself beyond a number

everything is building like the tallest towers
everything is only adding up to big questions
giving in to delusions of quiet succession
everything that disconnects will fall right into place

why must we converse in secret codes?
how can we unravel our tied tongues?
why must we converse in secret codes?
Track Name: Ticket Stubs and Spent Love
ticket stubs, spent love in aerial planes
my, we are flying low today
clouds burst our thirst...no words, even worse
the damage in our tongues
helpful, helpless...return to regress
retirees with dancing steps

all across the portrait of loss for love
we're neglectful of...
pardon for faults are propagating vaults to hide...
what we fear has died

tortured by a facade
feed the fruitless mirage of no reply
wakeless, dreamless coma
this the profile of a...
silhouette forced to rest
time is now to retire
functioning has expired
rows of faded shadows

hiccups, coughs...signing off
no laughs...just goodbye
we are trying not to try
missteps, none left
forget how to rise
we've negated prosperous lives
Track Name: A Triumph of Failure (Parts I-III)
triumph never could be tuned
directing the crash course, I...
tune out...all doubt painted inside

documenting all of nothing
loving failure, I step aside

relaxing the mind muscle
I have paid these thoughts in full
no change arranged for aching souls

all without one...liberation
trading wordplay for lack of say

removing trace elements from the earth's sediments
decide where to sign on scientific lines
deleting the error...never did declare her...
ruler of sequential plastic love

a shivered mind, a loud...
receiving, transmitting sound
reduce the tremor dial
remain in shameful piles
a tortured voice somehow...
distorts with coarseness abound
relief, relieved...
the teething beast has found reprieve
Track Name: Think Not
you are my vice
comatose in disguise
I elect you
burdened replay
slide the coins, run away
not making use of the day

in moderation comes excessive payment to the cause

causing me to question all relations through the fog (or not...)
pleasure for permanent scar...conclude all class has taught (think not...)

hunting for sport
allow my lungs to retort
may I ask what for?

in moderation comes excessive payment to the cause
now we pause...

causing me to question all relations through the fog (or not...)
pleasure for permanent scar...conclude all class has taught (think not...)
causing me to question all conclusions with all thought (think not, think not...)
Track Name: Soliloquy
like a deadweight in a sea of stars
I'm reluctant, never going far
I retreat into my vacant room
my problems won't wait for me soon
everything comes crashing down in threes
pity I can't count my way through these
value depreciating starting birth
can I be sold?...what's my worth?

hoping for any signs of potential life to wash me dry

night is coming
and I am hiding

begging for any signs of potential life to wash me dry

night is coming
and I am hiding

like a deadweight in a sea of stars
I'm reluctant, never going far
I retreat into my vacant room
my problems won't wait for me soon
Track Name: Statuettes Depicting Emotion
can we hold our stone poses?
without guidance I don't condone this
hardly pacing for new design

tears cried, I don't ask for lies
fears dry up eyesight, oh why?

should we measure love with trophies?
competitiveness is not one of our better qualities
calculating without regard for our hearts
unfortunately, unfortunately
how unfortunate we who side with our lies
Track Name: Poetic Signals from Fruitless Laborers
signal to the poet
ask him to build this rhyme scheme of yours
gracious are the thinkers
who take over when logic gets to you

criticize all that you want...give it a go
try to find anything wrong with my tone
the fruits of our labors end
oh, how we pretend
apples will rot over time...then so will I

tired are notions when glasses half full...
turn out to be empty cups
contractual agreement is not in the cards
unless the king is belly up

fall over your sense of thought
no one can tell
keep your balance well-rehearsed
while you sit a spell
the fruits of our labors end
oh, how we pretend
apples will rot over time...then so shall I
then so shall I...

condolences are reserved for those who fail
in the company's green eyes
what better company should we expect?
than those livid from disguise

signal to the poet
ask him to build this rhyme scheme of yours
gracious are the thinkers
who take over when logic gets to you
Track Name: Visibility Anxiety
I don't require you to say that I am
your out of the ordinary confidante
I don't place words on display just to feel
or mean something that I don't really mean to say
please don't ask more than I can give, it's not the time
a tragedy occurs within my mind...

I can destroy beyond repair, the things I seek
they probably shouldn't have been sought by me
I can elope from having bright light flights
they've strapped me in...I'll cut the cord...

visibility...clearly is not for me
apologies particularly forgone
all wrong, all wrong
so long...

oh look, there goes a day or twelve or twenty-four
I don't believe I'm feeling feelings anymore...